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Bonnie was determined not to talk to anyone –specifically men, for the rest of the day. Besides, all her feelings were in a jumble. Stefan just kissed her… and he meant it! It gave her that annoyed feeling like she kissed her brother. But he was a good kisser, she had to give him that. If he didn't have 'Elena's Property' stamped on his forehead, she might have given the experience a second thought. Ugh, no wonder Elena was so hooked. She stepped on the gas, determined to make it home before someone else happened.


When Damon finally sees her raven curls emerge from her car, the relief that floods him was slightly monumental. However, just like his vampiric speed, he instantly remembers how long he has been waiting outside her house. He was a patient man, actually, but the thought of Bonnie occupied with something else gave him this indescribable itch, made him want to irk her and irritate her till he felt placated. He is about to give her a piece of his mind when he notices a too familiar scent from her body. Fear, slight arousal, Elena, and… Stefan's mouthwash!

Damon suddenly saw red. In the middle of her frantic attempt to squeeze the key in the helpless doorknob, he frightens her with his terrifying yet undeniably attractive vamped out face. "What the fuck were you doing with Stefan?" he barks at her, and he presses her hard against the door. He sees the distraught look in her eyes –like a deer caught in headlights, but his undead male body parts were too thankful to be reminded that she was a woman. The curves, the hips, the softness –he loves being this close to her, he realized, and he feels the need to grind to make the necessary friction, but wait! This was Bonnie. It wouldn't take long for the witch to catch up with his train of thought, so he opts for stupidity, "I never thought you'd do that to Elena."

He immediately regrets the flash of hurt that graces her eyes, and Damon is torn between saying sorry and punishing her with a kiss when he doubles over, the little zombie brain cells in his skull popping like bubbles in the wind, rendering him a useless (dead) meat suit on the porch. "F-fuck, Bonnie!"

"STAY AWAY FROM ME!" Bonnie screamed, and crossed the threshold where he cannot follow.

Taking deep breaths that truly cannot soothe, Damon glares at the wooden door of the Bennett residence, and hates being a vampire.


Instead of sulking like a baby (Stefan), he goes home to confirm the evidence detected by his nose. About to charge to Stelena's love nest, his peripheral vision gives him a view of Elena on the living room watching TV. Taking a detour, he pauses by the doorway and smirks. He really couldn't resist Elena… resist getting a rise out of her, that is. "Alone," he said, pointing out her lack of a usual cuddling partner. "Steffy having problems getting it up?" He cackles on the doorway, pleased with himself, and he waits for the damsel in distress whining that Elena usually delivers but when he peeks at her and sees that she's just clearly annoyed, he's a bit disappointed. No smell of tears, no flirty eyes –just plain pissed off. Somehow, he feels the need to defend his brother's manliness. "It's the squirrels, I'm telling you. Bambi. Whatever–"

"Go screw yourself, Salvatore," Elena hissed, the normal sweetness to her tone all but gone. She turns the volume up louder and glares at the TV screen. "If you spend even just one more minute in my presence, I swear to God I will take your ring off–"

"Yada yada yada," Damon answers with a roll of eyes, but he finds himself treading up the stairs to Stefan's bedroom. Who knew Elena would morph into a Katherine just because Stefan couldn't perform in the bedroom? Tsk. Their lifetime mistake for not choosing him. Good riddance, Damon thinks with a grin.

Stefan's room is quiet –except for a sigh every now and then. Curious, and sincerely hoping Stefan wasn't playing with himself, Damon opens the door. He should have made a bet against himself because he expected this –Stefan laid out on the bed on his front, scribbling furiously on journal. "Typical Stefan –writing his feelings on his diary."

The younger brother glares at him, but the pen doesn't stop moving. "For the millionth time, Damon, it's a jour… Never mind," he mumbles, and resumes writing. He sighs again, the thick breath rolling out along with another woman's name from his lips.

Damon appears in front of his brother, towering over him like a threat. "Did you just cry out Bonnie's name?" He sees the obvious glassy-eyed look Stefan sported, but he is too irritated to analyze his brother's shit.

Stefan is far from guilty, shrugging nonchalantly. "I'm just writing down how much this day is so… filled with hope. So much love." He stares across the room, at nothing in particular. "An ethereal creature, brother. When our lips touched…" He sighs again, and then he's choking by the floor, Damon's clutch the exact opposite of gentle.

The jealousy rips through Damon like a stake. The thought of Stefan kissing Bonnie (thus, the mouthwash) was too much to bear. He wanted to rip Stefan apart, just like he did whenever he drank those powerless animals dry. Show him who's boss, Damon kept on thinking, but even when the hypnotized Stefan frowns at him in question, the hidden sanity working double time to put two and two together, Damon saves face by channeling the usual dialogue. "Elena's free game, just so you know." He waits for the half-assed punch in the chest or shove, instead he is countered with soulful eyes. And a fucking smile.

"Who cares?" Stefan asks, clearly a willing victim. He reaches for his journal, but Damon swats his hand away. Passively, he nods and turns to Damon again, ignoring the death grip on his air passage. "I have found new love. I am finally free of Katherine's face for eternity!" He stares longingly at the ceiling, as if Bonnie's image were there. "When I convince Bonnie to love me, I will runaway with her and start anew. I will leave Mystic Falls for good!"

"You don't care if I get Elena–"

"That Elena person insists that I am all but drugged by a spell."

Sensibility finally flirts with Damon's brain. "A spell?"

Stefan nods. "That is why we made a deal. If by tomorrow, I am still smitten with Bonnie –which of course, I will be, Elena said I could leave the house and pursue my muse, my one true love." He looks at Damon. "You can have Elena if you want."

"I don't want…" Damon catches himself before it's too late. For all he knew, this could be a joke on him. "You really don't love Elena?" It was too out of character. And how long can Stefan hold such a lovesick expression? Oh right, he mentally thought, all the time.

Stefan looks at him like he's the ugliest creature on the planet. "How could I love that woman? She is rather plain! And worse, she looks exactly like Katherine! The more I look at her, the more I…" He shakes his head. "How can I want Elena when there is Bonnie? She's everything a man could ever want! A breath-taking beauty, an independent spirit, loyal, sweet, and to top that, she's a powerful witch and oh…" Stefan groans in romantic despair and looks at his brother straight in the eyes. "Have you seen her eyes? She has the most tantalizing eyes in the world!"

By now, Damon wanted to bitch slap his brother with all his might, but the dazed look was letting him feel a little merciful. Because really, a slap wouldn't be able to make a difference. It was also nice to see Stefan smiling genuinely it was freaky. "One word, Stefan: Nutcase."

"No, just in love…" Stefan corrects him. "And I'd love to make love to that sweet, tight…"

Damon punches Stefan out cold. Who cares if it made a difference? Because punching Stefan made him feel better… all the fucking time. That's what you get for making moony eyes over my little witch, he thought obsessively. The thought goes like a shrill PING! in his head and he straightens up and dusts himself off. His witch. "My little witch," he whispers to dead air. Off to the door heading back to Bonnie, he wonders out loud, "Sounds pretty good to me."

On the way back to Bonnie's house, Damon can only imagine the self-punishment Bonnie was giving herself for a supposedly magical mistake. But the truth was, everything was and is about him, because unknown to the witch (and him, actually), he was the one who made a major boo-boo. But somehow, he thinks, he will make it up to her soon enough (the start was boxing Stefan's nose), and maybe, at the end of this horrid day, he just might win her good graces (her heart) too.


AN: RnR, sweeties! :)